by JJ Argus
"You're not a virgin, are you?" she breathed.
"I've... never done it with a woman before."
"And with a guy?"
"A lot of times."
"Slut."
She began kissing the girl again, kissing her cheeks, her lips, her throat, her chest. She licked and kissed her way down onto the big round breasts, sucking each nipple softly. Then she slid down further, bringing her mouth down over the slim young belly, down over the matted little thatch of blonde pussy hair, and over the delicate little slit.
Her fingers slid down onto the girl's slit and into it, slowly prying the lips apart so she could see the gleaming pink flesh within.
Ashley gasped in embarrassment, gulping in shock as she felt her sex hole pulled open and watched the woman staring down into it.
She felt dazed and numb by the astounding turn of events, and now felt a growing arousal, combined with the shock of exposure as Connie looked right into her open pussy. Nobody had ever done that before. She knew guys could eat a girl just like she sucked cocks and she’d seen it in porn movies. But none of the guys she’d had sex with had been willing to do it to her. Now, she knew, Connie was about to.
Then she felt Connie's tongue against her tingling sex. It felt incredibly soft and gentle. She felt it pushing into her tight pussy tube, sliding up and down her slit, rasping over her clit. She moaned in pleasure, glittering sexual delight flowing through her.
Connie stared into the neat little pussy as she worked her tongue against it. It was so soft and perfect and tight that she wanted to crawl into it. She pried the sex lips wider, then worked a finger down into the tunnel and began pumping it in and out.
She slid a second one into the girl's tight sheath, sliding both against the top part of the slit, grinding them against Ashley's clit as she rasped her tongue against the little bud. Ashley was jerking and quivering on the ground, her body wriggling with more and more energy as her cries of passion grew louder and more excited.
Connie worked her tongue harder and harder, using her lips now as well. She sucked on the clit as she had on Ashley's nipples, pulling it into her mouth and sucking hard as her tongue whipped against it.
"OH God! Oh God! OH God! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ungh! Ohh! Aahh!" Ashley gasped. "Mrs. Jackson! Mrs. Jackson! Mrs. Jaaacksoon!!"
The blonde girl writhed on the ground, twisting this way and that, her legs and arms flopping and jerking spastically, her groin humping up desperately up at Connie's mouth. Then her hands came down on the back of Connie's head and pulled hard, mashing her face into the sweet young sex.
Her tongue snaked deep into Ashley's pussy, twirling and slithering inside the hot, sucking tunnel. She sucked hard, holding Ashley's pussy lips wide and locking her lips against the blonde's hole, her tongue and lips stoking the blonde girl’s fire as Ashley continued jerking and shaking in orgasmic fever.
They lay together afterwards, Connie's arms wrapped around the slight body of the young woman beside her. She stroked Ashley's soft, supple young body, exploring it, fondling it, as though entranced by the loveliness of the slender, luscious girl.
"I-I have to go." Ashley whispered, pushing herself up to a sitting position.
"You should wash off first." Connie said, sitting up as well. They both got to their feet, and Ashley looked down a little awkwardly, feeling shy next to the taller, older woman.
"I can wash up at home." she breathed.
"Nonsense. You'll get oil all over your robe. Come in the house." Connie ordered.
She took Ashley by the hand and led the reluctant young woman into the kitchen through the french doors.
Both felt an instant change when they passed through the doors. Somehow being naked as they were, and indoors was - different, more - intimate. For Connie, it meant a renewed arousal, for Ashley, an intimidating shyness and apprehension. She gazed around at her surroundings as Connie led her through the living room, as though she'd never seen them before.
Connie still held her hand, and steered the young blonde up the stairs, and into the main bathroom.
"I shou... should go." Ashley gulped, hesitating as Connie led her to the shower stall."
Connie pushed her into the stall, which was about five feet square, then slid the door closed behind her. Ashley looked nervously around, swallowing rapidly. Connie walked up to her and stopped inches away, then slid her fingers beneath the girl's chin and tipped her head up.
Ashley looked into her eyes anxiously, then Connie bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Ashley closed her eyes and moaned softly. Their arms slowly twined around one another as the kiss went on and on. Connie pulled back finally, and turned to the shower controls. She twisted the knobs and hot water shot out from nozzles in front of and behind them.
Water soaked them, flattening and darkening their hair, warming their bodies. With a flick of her wrist Connie abruptly halted the water. She reached for a bar of soap on a waist high shelf and soaped up her hands while Ashley stood awkwardly beside her, looking like a bedraggled orphan.
Connie smiled down at her, then turned her around and began soaping up her back. She massaged the stiff muscles of the girl's shoulders, then worked her way down the girl's back to her buttocks. Ashley tried to turn once but Connie tipped her back with a hand on the shoulder.
Then her arms came around the girl, her soapy hands cupping her full, fat breasts, squeezing them softly. Ashley jerked back against her instinctively and Connie tightened her grip on the girl's breasts, pressing her fingers deep into the soft meat.
She began to massage the firm young breasts, spreading a thick layer of soap over the sensitive skin. Again, as before, she felt the hardness of Ashley's nipples against the palms of her hands. She slid her hands beneath the twin mounds then, cupping them as though weighing melons.
Then her hands slid lower, rubbing in circular motions against Ashley's belly. She pressed her own body against Ashley's back, pressing her own breasts into the smaller girl's shoulders, mashing them and rubbing them from side to side.
Her left hand continued moving in circular motions over Ashley's belly while her right slid down between the girl's thighs and onto her pubic mound. She rubbed lightly at first, then with growing pressure, pushing her own groin into the perfection of the girl's round buttocks.
Ashley was gasping for air, her body humming with electricity. Her buttocks ground back against Connie as she instinctively pushed against the hand masturbating her. Connie slid her other hand up off the girl's belly and closed it tightly around Ashley's right breast, grinding her forearm against the left as she did.
"Oohhhh Doooon't!" the girl groaned.
"Don't? Don't what?" Connie breathed.
She curled two fingers and drove them up into the blonde's sex tunnel. Ashley's lungs emptied in a long, quavering exhalation of breath, and her head fell back against Connie's shoulder.
"Don't what, Ashley? What?" she whispered into the girl's ear. She began licking at her earlobe, her lips nuzzling against the nape of her neck. Her hand worked harder on the girl's crotch, rubbing up and down the slit and massaging the little clit.
There was a knock at the bathroom door then.
"Connie? You taking a shower?" Peter called.
"I'll be out in a few minutes." Connie yelled.
Ashley stared at the door in sudden shock, then tried to pull away from Connie.
"No you don't. I want to see you cum again." Connie growled.
"NO! Let me go!" Ashley gasped, keeping her voice to a whisper.
"Come for me, Ashley. Come for me, baby. Let me see you cum. Let me see it!" Connie panted.
She pulled her hands away from the blonde and roughly twisted her around, shoving her back against the wall. She pushed her shoulder against her, squeezing her tightly against the tiles, then gripped her by the hair, forcing her head back.
She stared into Ashley's face from inches away as her other hand stroked her pussy. She pushed two, then three fingers up into the girl's steam
y pussy-box, fucking them in and out as her thumb rolled her clit back and forth.
Ashley's eyes blinked rapidly, then closed into slits as her jaw went slack. Connie drove her fingers almost savagely up into the slight young woman's fuck pit, grinding her thumb down against the vulnerable little clitoris.
She gave her head little shakes, each time forcing the teenager's eyes to blink open. Ashley's legs were wide apart and only the pressure of Connie's shoulder against her kept her from sliding to the floor. Her ass rubbed back helplessly against the wall as Connie stabbed her fingers deep into her burning pussy.
Then she tensed, her body going rigid.
"Let me see it. Let me SEE IT!" Connie growled, jerking the girl's head back hard.
Ashley's eyes flew open, and Connie saw a look of wondrous ecstasy on them as the girl's hips began to rut furiously against her hands. Her soft, wet buttocks slapped a tattoo against the wall as she humped out onto Connie's thrusting fingers.
"Ung! Ungh! Ungh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Hhhnn!"
Ashley's body bowed backwards, her head now moving back unresistingly in Connie's grip as her spine strained back. Her pelvis continued to buck frenziedly against Connie's fingers.
Then the girl collapsed forward into Connie's arms, drained by the power of her climactic release. Connie held her easily, stroking her head as she held it against her chest.
She toweled off the two of them. Ashley was in a numbed, weary state, her eyes showing bewilderment. Connie took the only big towel in the room, leaving a fearful Ashley alone and naked, then went to Dawn's bedroom and got a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Peter was already immersed in the news, his feet up, so Connie had no trouble sneaking Ashley out the back door. She knew, however, that she would never be able to forget the events of this afternoon, nor did she want to ever try.
* * *
Connie had thought that her feelings for the girl next door were little more than a powerful spontaneous impulse, and that after satisfying her desire for possession of the nubile young blonde she would lose those feelings.
She was wrong, though, which she found out very quickly. She snapped at Peter, resentful that he'd chosen tonight to come home on time. She kept seeing Ashley's face as it grimaced under the orgasm, kept seeing her big breasts thrusting out as she bent back, kept seeing the sweet young vaginal opening, the pale glistening pussy flesh.
Her hands kept remembering the full roundness, and firmness of the ripe young breasts and soft young buttocks, and time and again she found her loins throbbing with desire for the nymphet next door.
She fought these feeling. A one time event was dangerous enough. God only knew what would happen if Ashley told her parents, or Dawn. She probably wouldn't but there was that risk. Risks were multiplied enormously if she started to think about carrying on a continuing affair with the girl.
She didn't even know what it was that was attracting her. She'd never felt such feelings before about a woman, let alone a half grown girl.
And yet she longed to see that sweet little round cupcake ass again, longed to feel her naked breasts pressing against Ashley's big melons. She knew she'd have to taste her sweet pussy again, and longed to try her sex toys on the girl. What would Ashley think of her high speed vibrator? Would she cum and cum and cum again?
The girl looked so sweet when she was cumming.
What was she doing now, she wondered. What was she wearing? Was she in a little teddy perhaps, or just one of those nightshirt things Dawn wore? Was she watching TV? Was she thinking about Connie, and the pleasure she'd experienced that day? Did she regret it?
She found herself trembling with heat and the need to touch the girl again. It had only been a few hours! What was wrong with her?
She knew that the girl was alone next door. Her parents wouldn't be back until later. She could just go over - but no. What would she tell Peter? How could she disappear for an hour or so on the spur of the moment. She must do nothing to arouse suspicions.
What a scandal that would make, she thought. And everyone would blame her, say she'd seduced the poor innocent little girl. Never mind that the girl was a tramp who'd spread her legs for half the school, and then had multiple orgasms for Connie.
She sighed and shook her head to clear it of the stupidity that was inside, then started to dry the dishes.
Chapter Three
She waited with growing impatience the next day for Ashley to come over. The girl never showed up. She phoned, then went over and knocked and rang the bell. There was no answer. Where was she? Surely she hadn't chosen today to go and do something productive. There were so many things she wanted to do with the girl!
She went back to her house and made herself lunch, though she wasn't hungry. It was something to pass the time. Every twenty minutes or so she phoned next door but there was never any answer. Then she remembered Susan had given her a key last summer when they'd gone out of town.
She fished around in the kitchen drawers, then moved to the living room, searching the shelves. She went into Peter's study and fumbled through his desk but still found nothing. She went upstairs to their bedroom and looked through the drawers and there it was.
She gulped nervously. After spending an hour searching she wasn't sure what the hell she was going to do with it. Wasn't it illegal to use it to look for Ashley? Well, maybe the girl was hurt. Or more likely she's not there or doesn't want to see you, she thought.
She put the key in her pocket and went next door, knocking on the front door, then ringing the bell. There was no answer. She went around the back and tried to peer through the windows but saw nothing. Was Ashley inside?
She pulled the key out of her pocket and looked at it. What the hell would she say if Susan or Bill found her inside their house? What if one of them were there and just didn't want to be disturbed? She quickly thought up an excuse, that she was in the middle of a cake and needed sugar.
It wasn't great but it was at least not likely to make them angry, though they'd probably ask for their key back soon. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it. It clicked open and she slowly turned the knob and opened the door.
It was quiet inside. She poked her head in and saw the empty kitchen, then slid in and closed the door behind her. She moved quietly into the living room which was also empty, then into the dining room and library. The place was empty, at lest downstairs it was.
She halted at the foot of the stairs and gazed up, licking her lip nervously. Then she climbed the stairs, going as quietly as she could and feeling like a burglar. You are a burglar, she told herself.
She moved slowly along the upstairs hallway, looking in each room she passed. They were all empty. Ashley's room was the last one. She knew at once it was Ashley's though she'd never seen it before. The room could not belong to anyone other than a teenage girl.
She moved into the room and looked around, examining the rock posters on the wall and the clothes on the floor. She poked around in the cheap jewelry on the dresser, then moved over and sat on the bed. She looked around, then stood up and moved to the dresser.
She pulled open drawers, examining the contents. She halted at the lingerie drawer, taking out a sweet white and blue striped bra and sliding it through her hands. She put it down and picked up the matching panties, thongs, every one. She knew Ashley would look adorable in these.
She pulled the drawer out further, fumbling through other lingerie, most of it thongs. Far at the back was a silky, lacy black G-string and a matching see through bra. She wondered if Susan knew about these. Did Susan know her daughter wasn't a virgin? She wondered also if Ashley had worn these when she'd made love.
She jerked the drawer out a little further to see if there was something else in the back and the drawer fell out in her hands. Fortunately it was fairly light, holding only lingerie. She lifted it easily and started to put it back on it's treads, then something inside caught her eye.
She bent over and saw a little book, a little book with the unmist
akable outline and shape of a diary. She dropped the drawer and reached in for the diary, pulling it out. She would never have dreamed of opening Dawn's diary, but then Dawn was her daughter and Ashley was her - lover.
She felt hot when she thought the word. She opened the diary to the last page. It was yesterday.
*
You're never going to believe what happened today. X and I were sunbathing and she started putting oil on me. Her hands started rubbing it into my boobs, you know, like, really rubbing it in. I wasn't sure at first whether she was trying something, but my boobs were really hot when she touched them.
Then she started rubbing at my pussy and I got scared. It felt really good, but X is, well, you know who X is, and I'd never done anything with a girl before except that one time when K and me jerked each other off when we were drunk.
I tried to leave but she wouldn't let me! Boy is she strong. She shoved me back on the ground and started really jamming her hand into my pussy, grabbing my hair and kissing me. She shoved her tongue practically down my throat. There was no way I could fight her off and after a minute I didn't want to. My pussy was hot as hell.
She jerked me off right there in the open. What a blast! Then she started licking and sucking at my tits and finger fucking me. She took my hand and rubbed it against her pussy and came right in my hand. I could feel her pussy juice all over it.
Later on she took me into the house and up to the bathroom and we showered together. She soaped me up and then started rubbing me and fooling around again. I started getting hot again. Then her husband came home!!!
I almost had a fucking heart attack, but not X. She wouldn't let me go. She shoved me against the wall and started fucking her fingers into me so hard it hurt. I couldn't do anything and then my pussy started boiling and cumming like crazy. It was all I could do to keep from screaming!
